I am a Red Octagon, by Cutie In A Death Cab |
Don't touch me. I don't wanna feel your heat. It burns me. It scorches with deceit. I gave you the cold shoulder. I guess I should feel bad. No, you probably deserved it. And I hope it made you sad. Don't get too close. You'll be shot down. I'll never be fitted, for a white, lace gown. |
Posted: 2005-01-21 00:02:17 UTC |
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